Or taking a ride on a cosmic train
Switch on summer from a slot machine

Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas
And you make them long, and you make them tough
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can’t get off

But tell me where do the children play?

Well you’ve cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air
Will you keep on building higher
’til there’s no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?

I know we’ve come a long way
We’re changing day to day
But tell me where do the children play?

Was in such a rush trying to post on FB to pleez-my-peeps … AND was in a rush trying to feed the troops (ok ok, so troops are only Tiffany K. and danistrulytheman, lol), not sure I selected the best pic?! Think I prefer this one … although the one I showed the salivating hungry-heifers has its merits, lol!!